You couldn’t find Charlie but you did see a spilled drink on the floor. “Charlie?” You called as you picked up the cup. You see him out the corner of your eye sitting between the small space of the wall and bookshelf with a dazed expression on his face, shaking a little. You quickly make the correlation between the spilled drink and his anxiety.

“Hey baby, can you come on out for me?” She asks gently as she got closer. He looks up at you seeming embarrassed but still anxious. “No..”